Finn Wolfhard Imagines

IMAGINE: Finn helping you when you're sick

| IMAGINE for @RuthTozier |

     You roll over in your bed in your trailer, wishing that you are back home in your own comfortable bed. You sneeze into your arm and moan.

     "This isn't fun." You complain, draping your hand across your eyes. You're an actress. Your trailer is parked outside of the warehouse where Stranger Things is being filmed.

     Your phone buzzes and you reach over to grab it off your nightstand. It's Finn Wolfhard, one of your best friends, and crush, from the set. Your heart trips and you sit up in bed.

     "Hey, where are you?? Those of us who aren't filming today are going out to grab lunch. Want to come with??" The text reads.

      You sigh and reply, "Sorry, Finn. I'm actually holed up in my trailer. I woke up really sick :( "

     You wait a few minutes for his reply, but it never comes. You lay back in bed and put your phone off to the side. You curl up on your side and cocoon yourself in your blankets.

———

     You must have dozed off because you wake up to the sound of someone knocking on your trailer door. You practically fall out of bed and stumble to the door. You rip it open and your eyes widen at the sight of Finn standing there, an adorable smile on his face. He's carrying multiple bags in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other.

      "Finn, what are you doing here?" You breathe.

     "I wanted to keep you company. Nobody should be left to take care of themselves when they're sick." He replies, stepping into your trailer.

       "Finn, no, you're going to get sick!"

      He laughs softly. "I don't care, Y/N. All I care about is you getting better, okay?" He says, setting down everything. He gently takes your elbow and puts an arm around your waist. You shudder. "You're cold, Y/N. Let's get you back to bed." He tells you.

      You blush. If he only he knew you aren't cold, but just so deeply effected by his touch.

      You get back in bed and he pulls the covers of you. "I'll be right back." He says after making sure you're comfortable. He comes back a couple of minutes later with the flowers in a glass vase. He sets it on your nightstand. He clasps his hands together. "Now I'm going to go back and make some tea. I got a dehumidifier too so I'll put that in here." He states.

      You laugh awfully with a moan. "Finn, you really don't need to go through so much trouble."

      He sits down. "Um, Y/N, you are one of my best friends. I'm not going to let you fight this cold by yourself. I'm going to help you fight it."

      You smile and grab his hand. "Thanks, Finn." You murmur. He squeezes your hand and smiles at you with something you quite can't place. Whatever it is, your heart rate increases.

      "You're welcome, Y/N." He whispers.

     Finn spends the day in your trailer, giving you tea, making you soup, and making sure you're not even lifting a pinky. You're being treated like a queen and, if you didn't feel so awful, you would be mad at him for spoiling you.

     Finn comes into your room around 4 P.M. "Y/N, I need to leave for about an hour. Will you be okay until I get back?"

      "Finn, I'm fine, trust me. You've done enough for me today."

     "Are you trying to get rid of me?" He questions suspiciously.

     "No!" You exclaim. "I just feel bad that you're spending your free day taking care of me."

       He sits down beside you and holds your hand in his. "You make it seem like that's a bad thing." He murmurs, running his thumb over your knuckles.

     "It's a bad thing when you're treating me like a queen. I can't even go to sit up without you trying to help me." You laugh. Finn blushes and looks away. You lightly cup his face and turn it to face you. "I appreciate it though. No one has ever taken this good of care of me." You whisper. Finn's big eyes gaze into yours. He leans forward, his eyes never leaving yours. "Wait. Sick germs." You warn before he gets any closer.

      "Don't try to discourage me now, Y/N. I finally have the courage to kiss you and I don't know how long it's going to last." He breathes quickly. You close your eyes, inviting him in. He places his lips against yours and you feel like you're about to die—in the best way possible. He kisses you slowly and sighs, wrapping his arms around you. You put your hands on his shoulders and kiss him back.

      A long moment later he pulls away. He looks so out of it. "I-I-I need to go." He stammers, standing up and backing away from you, breathing hard. He turns and runs straight into a wall.

      "Finn!" You gasp worriedly. He stumbles away and runs out of your trailer.

———

     Finn comes back an hour later with smoothies. "I thought maybe it'd cool your sore throat." He says, not meeting your eyes. He's blushing something fierce.

     "Thank you, that's so sweet of you." You smile, grabbing yours. Finn and you drink your smoothies in silence. It's awkward and tension-filled.

     "So..."

     "So..." He echoes.

      "Y-you want to talk about what happened...?" You ask, peeking at him.

      He swallows and finally looks at you. "Y/N, I'm not going to lie: I like you. I've had a crush on you for so long." He admits softly.

     "Really?" You smile shakily. He nods. "I like you too, Finn. I've been crushing on hard for some time now."

      "So...what should we do? I mean, do we go on like nothing happened and remain friends? Or..." He trails off.

     "I hope we just don't remain friends." You admit in a whisper.

      He smiles with relief. "Me either. I want something more...if that's good with you."

     "That's more than good." You grin.

     "Can-can I kiss you again?" Finn asks wistfully. You smile and set your smoothie down. He smiles and sets his down. He moves closer to you, cups your face in both of his hands and kisses you soundly.

     "You know, I'm feeling much better." You whisper. Finn laughs softly and hugs you tightly.
[THE END] I hope you liked it!